That night, He Jing was in the room.
The door suddenly creaked and opened to both sides without moving in the wind.
Zhang Hejing, who had not yet gone to bed, turned around suddenly: "Who is it?"
A tall, thin, middle-aged man with a delicate appearance stood at the door, silent.
Zhang Hejing saw the figure of the person coming, with surprise on his face: "Why are you back?"
Then his face darkened, and he said angrily: "It's so late at night, and you're here pretending to be a ghost!"
The visitor smiled "hehe" and entered the room, and the door was closed at the same time.
"I got home too late. I was worried about disturbing others, so I came to my good junior sister."
The person who came was none other than Zhao Beiqing. There was still a slight smell of alcohol in his mouth, and he came over licking his face:
"How's it going? Are you surprised?"
"Surprise, you big-headed ghost, you are scary in the middle of the night!" Zhang Hejing was slightly annoyed, but two colorful clouds flew up from his pretty face.
"I have to come back so late, but I have good news for you." Zhao Beiqing was mysterious.
"what news?"
"Tonight, all the colleagues from Baoyuan Palace were drinking. I mentioned your matter casually, and Uncle Shuihong said, let me take you to her, and she can take a look at your symptoms."
"Really?" Zhang Hejing couldn't believe it: "You must have coaxed me!"
"Why am I coaxing you! Won't you know it when you get there?" Zhao Beiqing stretched out a hand and said with a playful smile: "Come on, let me show you first, what hidden diseases does my good nephew have?"
"Bang!" The claws of Lushan were knocked down. Zhang Hejing was not happy but worried, and sighed quietly: "I'm afraid it will be of no use if I go there. Kuang Shuai said back then that I need the Demon Soul Flower for my soul trauma. Only in this way can we repair it. Even if Grandmaster Shuihong has unparalleled magical powers, she doesn’t have a Demonic Soul Flower!”
"Maybe we can do without the Demonic Soul Flower!" Zhao Beiqing consoled him: "Uncle Shuihong's cultivation is unfathomable. There may be other ways. You can give it a try. It's much better than having nothing to do now!"
"Yeah!" Zhang Hejing forced a smile, suddenly remembered something, and was about to speak, but found someone's hand stretched out again.
"Hey, I have something else to ask you?" She slapped the restless hand hard.
Unexpectedly, this hand refused to give in. The owner of the hand asked lazily: "Junior sister, what else can I do?"
Zhang Hejing was ashamed and annoyed, and said seriously: "Let me ask you, you met Master Qingshi back then, what kind of person was he?"
"Okay, how can you mention him?" Zhao Beiqing asked strangely.
"I think……"
…
Suddenly, the man who was about to make a big move suddenly stood up and listened with his ears.
"What's wrong?" the woman beneath him asked.
If Yang Zhen heard this, her eyes would probably fall down. Grandma, who always has a cold face, has such a charming voice.
The man glanced around the room: desk, dressing table, green plants, etc. There was nothing wrong.
"It's okay!" He shook his head and calmed down.
Just now he had the illusion that someone was eavesdropping. But in the entire Zhao Mansion, and even in Zhuyang County, he had the highest cultivation level. How could someone approach without being noticed by him?
He must have had too much wine tonight. He smiled to himself, leaned down, and continued his unfinished homework...
…
stone space
Yang Zhen is busy wielding a hoe. Yiyi didn't know where he went, so he had to shovel out all the soil and wait for the little thing to come back and carry it.
"Oops, it's so scary, I almost got discovered." Yiyi's exaggerated voice sounded, and then, a grass appeared in the place where she disappeared just now.
"Where have you been?" Yang Zhen held her hoe and looked at her in surprise.
"A green plant told me that a powerful old man came to your grandma's room. I was worried that he was a bad guy, so I went over to take a look." The little thing replied.
What! Yang Zhen was startled, and he quickly realized: "Is it the ancestor of Zhexi?"
"Yeah!" Yiyi responded: "He almost sensed me just now, but luckily I left in time."
"You have to be careful, I am in the late stage of Zifu!" Yang Zhen warned, but didn't care.
"However, I just heard a secret," the little thing said proudly: "It turns out that grandma always thought that you were a powerful monk in your previous life, and even speculated that you were the reincarnation of a real person named Qingshi from the Yunxiao Sect."
"Really?" Yang Zhen was also curious: "What did grandma say?"
Yiyi told what she heard.
"Ancestor Zhexi said that no matter you are a mortal or reincarnated, as long as you do not harm the Zhao family, he will not care about you. He also said that everyone has their own fate. If you think your spiritual roots can still grow, It’s up to you to go, so that grandma doesn’t have to worry about it!”
Yang Zhen let out a long sigh of relief. After understanding the attitude of the person with the highest cultivation level in the Zhao family towards him, he felt much more at ease.
"Brother," the little thing suddenly asked timidly: "Why did the ancestor of Zhexi tear off grandma's clothes? It looks so fierce like that!"
"You, you are a child, you don't care what others do, don't watch it!" Yang Zhen was angry and funny.
"Why can't you go see it?" Yiyi was a little unhappy.
"You'll get goosebumps if you look at it."
"But I'm just a grass. Where can needles grow?" Yiyi said with a smile, "Brother, you must be lying to me."
This habit of peeking is not good and should not be tolerated.
Yang Zhen decided to scare the little thing. He took out a toothpick and made a mark on the blade of grass: "If you still dare to look, I will poke two holes here to make you have needle holes..."
"Crack!" Before he could finish his words, a bolt of lightning struck, and the toothpick suddenly turned into a curl of black smoke.
…
In the following days, Zhao Yue'er didn't drag him to practice together anymore, but Yang Zhen still got up early, and Caiyun and she watched the little girl tell old stories and learn new things.
Zhao Beiqing's sudden return made the Zhao Mansion even more lively, and the immortal cultivating families near Baiyun Mountain came to visit one after another. Guanzhu Mao from the Jun Guan and Chief Yuan Shan also visited the house again to congratulate them on the New Year.
Four or five days passed like this, and on the eighth day of the first lunar month, Patriarch Zhexi finally returned to the sect.
Along with him, in addition to Zhao Yue'er and Zhang Hejing, there were also Qin Wan and Caiyun.
Caiyun is the maid serving Miss Yue'er. As for Qin Wan, Zhao Beiqing specially brought her here, preparing to let Master Shuihong help open up the meridians and break through to the late stage of Qi training in one fell swoop.
She is currently at the sixth level of Qi training. As an elder of the Zhao family, this level of cultivation is really too low.
With her qualifications, it may take four to five years or even longer to enter the later stages of Qi training.
Jindan Zhenren's action can greatly speed up the progress of a qi-training monk, ensure that the meridians will not be damaged during the breakthrough, and even partially improve his qualifications.
For Qin Wan, this was a good thing that she had never dreamed of.
Of course, Master Shuihong's help would not be in vain. The Zhao family paid a high-grade spiritual stone as a reward. This price is the best discount given because Zhao Beiqing is one of our own.
Otherwise, as a golden elixir, a mere spiritual being might not be able to be invited.
With the departure of these people, Yang Zhen will also return to Junguan to start a new school year.
